The father discovered that his son was indeed a little different from others.
When his arm grew out, the humans were either terrified or furious, either running away or throwing their weapons at him recklessly. Only his own child was overjoyed when he saw his arm.
She kept circling around him, trying to hold all his hands.
But no matter how hard the cub tries to shake hands, there are never enough hands in front of him.
The panting cub looked up and saw that its father's back was now covered with a row of pale, slender arms, which were draped in mid-air in a staggered manner, each hand forming a mudra similar to that of Buddhism, giving it an inexplicable eeriness and divinity.
The cub looked at its father's hands and then touched its own back.
There was nothing there.
Dad has so many arms, why doesn't he?
The cub tugged at the hem of the shirt at the back, constantly looking at his back. Because his head was tilted back, his center of gravity also shifted backward, so he had to keep turning around while looking at it.
The father looked at the cub that had just been orbiting him and was now starting to spin on its own axis, completely baffled.
It wasn't until the cub gestured that the father understood what the cub meant.
He could detach two arms and put them on the cub, but the cub would become top-heavy...
Well, the kid didn't really want him to cut off his arm either.
The father acted very quickly. When the child wanted him, he immediately cut off one of his arms. But when he took the arm off, the child was already crying in fear.
The little one, clutching the arm, cried until its face was red, gently patting its father's arm to comfort him: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Daddy, get better soon... Waaaaah, get a good arm, get a good arm, waaaaah!"
Dad: "Baby, I'm fine."
The cub hugged its arms and cried bitterly, "Waaaaah!"
In the end, the father had no choice but to reattach the arm, but seeing how much the cub wanted it, he turned and went to the older brother's room.
The eldest brother's room looked perfectly normal; compared to the second brother's room, there was nothing strange about it.
The cub followed its father inside and wandered around blankly.
Then the door to the room opened, and the older brother stood in the doorway, glanced at the cub, and said, "Come in."
The cub followed its older brother out the door. The hallway where they had been in the house was gone, and the door led to another strange room.
“I’m different from my second brother. My room is like a dungeon in a horror game, so it can’t be fully integrated into the house. It can only be the door to the dungeon.”
The older brother explained it this way, but the cub, who wasn't a local human at all, still didn't understand. He curiously opened and closed the door, playing with it back and forth several times.
It seems that with the elder brother's permission, this door leads to a different space.
"Baby, stop playing there."
Dad had already found a chair in the room and sat down, his long legs feeling a bit cramped and unable to stretch out. The reason was simple: there were just too many human-shaped dolls in the room.
Almost every one of them is life-size, and the details look exactly like the real thing.
The cub was startled and quickly ran to its father's side to hide. One of the father's arms hung down, and the cub naturally hugged the arm tightly to its chest.
"You shouldn't have come in with us." The older brother still seemed somewhat dissatisfied.
They are, after all, god-level bosses in the game, each with their own vast territory. They are practically unmatched. But because of his son, he actually agreed to let another boss into his instance today. Watching this guy unknowingly pollute his instance made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
The father was clearly not used to visiting others either; after being a boss for a hundred or two hundred years, this was the first time he'd ever visited a colleague's house. He bent down and patted the baby's head:
"No, release the baby back into the wild."
The older brother said helplessly, "I won't lose the cubs. I'm the one who's best at taking care of cubs, right? Besides, I have so many cute kids here, the cubs definitely won't be lonely."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cub was frightened by these puppets and started crying.
Looking at his spoiled child, the eldest brother could only snap his fingers, telling his puppets to turn their backs and stand at attention in the corner.
When has a core item from a dungeon ever suffered such injustice?
If dolls could talk, we would definitely boycott the practice of having relatives of company leaders parachuted in!
Seeing the dolls a little further away made the baby feel less scared. He looked at his older brother with sobs, and now he didn't even want to be held by him.
The older brother's smile froze.
What happened to the baby bird complex?!
He was barely able to keep his expression up, but he still said bravely, "Don't cry, wait for your brother to make you some suitable arms."
Who knew the cub would change its mind again and refuse to have an arm.
He wants his feet.
It wasn't exactly a foot, but rather something like... tentacles?
He now had to question the cub's aesthetic sense, but the cub was adamant and took another painting from his father's random arm to show his older brother.
An abstract blue octopus fry is unfolded, staring at its older brother.
The octopus fry waved its tentacles. O: Hi~
The older brother blinked, then turned to look at Qianyuan, and said helplessly, "I know you really want tentacles, but where am I going to get tentacles to attach to you?"
Qianyuan: ...
Oh dear, even the clever little one is stumped.
It was the eldest brother who managed to summon a doll whose identity was that of a tailor, who specially sewed a little dress for the cub with many beautiful long, drooping tails, which looked like the tentacles of an octopus.
The only surprise is that the baby girl outfit has made a limited-time return.
However, the monsters don't care much about gender; they only care about the cubs themselves.
The child's exquisitely beautiful face is still as stunning as ever. It looks like a masterpiece created by a master doll maker, with every detail perfectly capturing the child's lively and adorable charm.
Seeing this, the older brother got a little itchy: "If I could turn the cub into a doll, that would definitely be my proudest work."
The father silently turned his face 180 degrees, and this time the woman opened her eyes, her pure black pupils staring coldly at him.
Upon seeing this, the older brother repeatedly said, "I was just reacting subconsciously. I didn't really mean it that way... Okay, just a little bit, but I won't do it."
"He is my brother, I would never hurt him."
This statement was extremely solemn, almost like an oath.
As he said those words, he felt an even deeper connection with his cub.
He glanced at the cub with some fear, but quickly suppressed his emotions, watching the cub twirl in front of the mirror in a dress, then lean closer and look at... his older brother's doll with admiration.
The cub's emotions are so simple. At least today, the tailor doll is definitely the best friend of the cub in the world. The cub now snuggles up to the doll's leg and won't leave no matter how much you call it.
The eldest brother finally lost his smile:
So, what about me?
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